His Precious Love

Wyatt then grabbed Jessica by her hair and forced her to come closer to him. “Who knows where that guy is doing

hard labor at now? You’ll never see him again, so stop dreaming about him!”

At the peak of her fury, Jessica trembled and slapped him.

“F*ck! Did you just hit me?” Wyatt’s expression darkened, and he lifted his hand to give her a slap in return. Yet,

when she lifted her head to look at him, he saw how thin and pale her small face had become.

His heart ached. A few seconds later, he roughly threw her aside and snarled, “You’re not going to eat, huh? I’ll get

the housekeeper to pry open your mouth and feed you by force later!”

With that said, he stalked away.

Jessica remained rooted in her spot for a while before walking over to pick up the torn painting. Slowly, she pieced

it back together.

She stared at the painting. A man with a blurry face lay on a couch, hugging sunflowers. She had long since pained

his features in her memory, but now, it was starting to melt away.

If he did not believe her, why should she explain anything to him?

Meanwhile, Wyatt was still fuming. In the end, he only ate a few bites before heading upstairs to his study to deal

with work.

Nevertheless, not long after he started working, he began mulling over how Jessica had been brushing her fingers

over the painting earlier as if it was a priceless treasure and how she had slapped him.

“Godd*mn it!” The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he slammed the pen onto the table.

I shouldn’t have let that male housekeeper off so easily! I should have chopped his hands and feet off and let

Jessica take a good look at him. That way, she’ll never think of going for another man!

“Sir,” a housekeeper knocked on the door. She then fearfully said, “We’ve fed Ms. Marsh. Is there anything you

want us to do?”

Wyatt snapped, “No! Now scram!”

He then swept all of the documents on the table to the ground, and he even threw the computer to the floor. Even

after his angry outburst, he was still heaving and grinding his teeth.

After sitting in his chair for ten whole minutes, he abruptly got to his feet and left the study.

Just as he entered Gianna’s room, he saw her coming out of the bathroom in a bathrobe. Instantly, he walked over

to her and dragged her all the way to the third floor.

Wyatt then kicked the door to Jessica’s room open. When he saw her still drawing by the window, his gaze

darkened, and he pulled Gianna into his arms before putting his hands on her shoulders.

Lowering his head, he then asked her in a gentle tone, “Babe, do you like this place?”

Gianna shuddered when his cold hands touched her shoulders.

She was no fool. She knew that everything Wyatt just did—gloomily entering her room, towing her up the stairs to

Jessica’s room, and talking to her in such a gentle manner—was to put on a show in front of Jessica.

“This place has wonderful lighting. Of course I like it!” Gianna played along and leaned into his arms. “But did you

forget something, Mr. Lopez? This is where Ms. Marsh stays.”

Wyatt glanced at the woman by the windowsill and deliberately raised his volume. “You’re my babe. You can stay

anywhere you want to!”

Gianna hammered his chest. “Don’t be like this, Mr. Lopez. Ms. Marsh is still in the same room as us!”

“Don’t be like this?” Wyatt let his hand wander around her body before chuckling. “You smell great, Babe. You make

me want to do naughty things to you.”

“Mr. Lopez…” Gianna nuzzled her face against his chest.

However, Wyatt’s gaze was fixed elsewhere. The moment he realized that Jessica was still drawing as if she could

not see him flirting with Gianna, his anger returned.

In the next second, he threw Gianna onto the bed and pinned her down before sealing her lips with his.

Gianna froze, but she soon circled her arms around the man’s neck.

The two of them exchanged passionate kisses and words that would make any listener blush.

“Mr. Lopez, let’s do this someplace else.”

“But didn’t you say you like it here? Is this place no good?”

“Ms. Marsh is still here with us…”

“Does that matter? She can watch us if that’s what she likes.”

“You’re so mean!” Gianna whined.

Jessica tried her best to ignore them, but when those words traveled into her ears, her arms began to shake, and

she could not even hold her pencil.

Then, when she saw the entangled man and woman, a wave of nausea rose up her throat.

Taking deep breaths, she put down her pencil and walked toward the door.

She wanted to open the door and leave, but as she had spilled paint on her hands earlier, her fingers were wet.

Regardless of how much force she used, she could not turn the knob, and in her frustration, she kicked the door. A

second later, she tried to wrap her clothes around the knob with trembling fingers.

Wyatt dashed over and grabbed her arm. “Where the f*ck are you trying to go?”

“Don’t touch me!” Jessica screamed before flinging his hand away. Then, she hurriedly tried to open the door again.

Wyatt tugged her again, but this time, Jessica reacted like a cat whose tail was stepped on. As she swung her hand

toward him, she screeched, “You’re dirty! You’re disgusting! Don’t touch me!”

The heavy scent of perfume she could smell on him was the same as the one she caught a whiff of in the living

room previously.

Without a doubt, it was Gianna’s perfume.

All of a sudden, Jessica’s stomach churned. She quickly supported herself against the wall and vomited. Before she

could put a distance between herself and Wyatt, her eyes rolled back, and she passed out.

“Babe, what’s going on?” Wyatt darted over to hold Jessica.

When he noticed that Gianna was still on the bed, he narrowed his eyes and roared, “Who said you can be in here?

Get out!”

Gianna was nearly frightened out of her wits by his roar, and she scurried off.

After putting Jessica on the bed, Wyatt hastily called Jeremy. “Jeremy, come to my place.”

“What happened to you?”

“Not me. She passed out, and her hands and feet are cold.”

“Call a doctor if she’s passed out! Why are you calling me?” Jeremy impatiently cried out. “I do research; I’m not a

f*cking doctor, so stop calling—”

“Be here in ten!”

Without giving Jeremy any more chance to speak, Wyatt ended the call.

Then, he stayed by the bedside and stared at Jessica’s pale face. The wrath in his chest was gone at that point, and

only remorse was left inside.

He did not know what had come over him. When he saw how much she adored the painting and yearned for that

man, he could not stop the bubbling anger in him. In response, he tried to get close to another woman to infuriate

her.

Ten minutes later, Jeremy came with a doctor.

The very second he saw Wyatt, he started shouting at him, “I’m a researcher, so start calling a doctor if anything

happens next time, or else I’m going to block you for the rest of my life!”

Noticing the lack of color on Jessica’s face, he realized her condition seemed to have worsened. With a frown, he

asked, “What did you do to her? Why does it look like she’s about to die?”

“Shut up!” Wyatt shot Jeremy a glare before asking the doctor to give Jessica a checkup.

“Hah!” Jeremy scoffed.

If I knew he was going to shift his anger onto me, I wouldn’t have come!

Right as the doctor was apart to unbutton Jessica’s pajamas during his checkup, Wyatt grabbed the doctor’s wrist

and asked, “I didn’t hit her. Why are you undressing her?”

“I think she’s pregnant.” The doctor inhaled sharply from the pain shooting up his arm. “But I didn’t bring my

equipment, so I can’t test her blood. I’m going to examine her using a handheld scanner instead.”

“W-What?” Wyatt stiffened.

“This is my friend Peter, and the things he brought with him are only available in Loang. Did you think he was an

ordinary doctor?” Jeremy huffed and pulled Wyatt away.

Then, he turned to Peter and said, “Ignore him and check her first.”

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